Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris M / Elena M
[He touched her chin and she relived desert nights, city mornings, she remembered everything, and it made her jerk away from him. Not wounded, but flinching and cringing once more into the knit of her blanket. All of the colors wrapped beneath her chin, coppertone blond peeking out around her face. The church told her that evil won when it destroyed faith, and she wanted faith in him so badly, but...]
Nada. [She promised. It was a promise of hurt that begged him to let it go. She knew what he did for a living, and what he must be thinking, but the truth felt like it was so much worse. Who had hurt her? Why had she quit? They were all questions that sickened her. She was supposed to be better, to be working on being better. She wanted to be stronger, she didn't want to be weak. She didnt want him to take their little girl away. So when her tears began to fall, she twisted face-first into the couch.] Por favor...
[The words trembled, she begged God aloud, she couldn't tell him why she'd quit the government. The truth would hurt him, herself, her family.]